Two thousand seven hundred pounds of black silver... Taken on its own, "two thousand seven hundred pounds" was not much.
But this was black silver.
Applied to the surface of bullets, it could greatly enhance the logical properties of the warheads! This was the finest Strong Logic Material that could currently be found in the material world!
Of course, it could not compare with Miracle Silver blessed by a Throne of God.
But the latter was, after all, a "miracle."
Bai Zhu looked at the black silver, his expression utterly indescribable.
That was all?
Was Gu Shen mocking him?
"The gains from the Frozen Sea were actually far more than this, but it's a long story..."
Gu Shen looked at Bai Zhu, his meaning already abundantly clear.
"Come inside and tell me."
Bai Zhu smiled faintly. "Miss Xiao Man, come in as well."
Golden rays swept through the inner mausoleum, enveloping them all.
Gu Xiao Man was still nervous. After all, she was the God of Wine, and the previous God of Wine who had entered the Fighting God Domain had been beaten to death. The unease within her Fire Seed would not simply disappear because of a few soft words of reassurance.
Chu Ling stood at the entrance to the inner mausoleum with her umbrella closed.
Besides Chu Ling, Gu Shen saw another familiar figure!
Song Ci!
Six years had passed since his last meeting with Song Ci. The man's appearance had remained unchanged, and he still wore a buzz cut, but the stubbornness and arrogance in his eyes had been well concealed.
That did not mean Song Ci had changed his temperament.
He was still Crow, the man who threw a punch first whenever he could not decide what to do.
It was simply that five years of